Every Cat Have Infinite Stretch Ability :D

She can't eat in peace...

Some gladiator\cop pre-war MegaOP for @darklordofcutlets! Er, actually elviepls now :)

Tfone Megatron taking Orion as his milk slave instead of executing him, the little thing is constantly impaled on his spike and Shockwave has done modifications to his body to have him constantly leaking energon, his chastity plating has been removed so Megs has better access to his juicy valve and so has his plating around his nozzles. When Megatron is in a particularly bad mood, all he needs is good slappy and fucky with his beautiful and small wife, growling in his ear about future heirs as Orion screams himself hoarse from the rough fucking, if Megs is feeling mean, he'll also stop as Orion is about overload. On the bright side, Orion is allowed a say in political matters, offering suggestions, being a good Empress of New Iacon and he has done that, on the downside, it's hard to focus sometimes when he's needy for spike.

hrgh... tfone Megatron and his little wife. Orion doesn’t have the time to think about how much D16 changed, or what role he has in his life now, he’s too busy being a good little spike-warmer. when he’s not constantly attached to Megatron’s spike, he’s waiting in their room, feverishly horny, oftentimes being his old troublemaker self because he sets out on his own to try and find Megatron. Usually, Megatron comes to him first, arranging him on the berth however he want him - on his back, legs pushed against his shoulders, or on all fours, in his lap, depends on his mood. sometimes he fucks slow, making Orion look him in the eye as he cums, and sometimes he shoves his spike in hard, pounding away until he’s satisfied, poor Orion crying and clawing at his shoulders... poor thing, always at the mercy of Megatron’s whims.

imagining cogless, helpless Orion in Megatron’s lap on his throne, his pussy and titties bruised, bared for everyone to see. he’s especially beautiful once he’s finally heavy with Megatron’s precious heirs :)

"Wait-" Optimus blinks, then squints and takes a step closer. "Wait, w-wait. Are you crying?!"

Megatron visibly recoils for a moment, flinching and taken aback. "Am I-?!" He sputters, and his vents make a wet, wheezy noise. "Of course I'm crying! I just watched you die, you idiot! Why wouldn't I be crying?!"

"I-" Optimus is silent for a momsnt, expression softening. His face is open, and shocked, and pained. "I... I'm, sorry," he swallows. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Funny," his best friend snaps. "Cuz you make me cry a lot."

Optimus looks sparkbroken. "I do?"

"YES! All the time! But you never notice, because you're always too busy doing what you want and chasing your next adrenaline shot! You never think about me or anyone else! You made me cry that time you broke my arm jumping off a building cuz you thought we could just magically fly if we believed it hard enough, you made me cry that time you tried to rig that mining drill for double power and crushed three of my fingers! I had to wait two and a half decacyles for a replacement, you remember that?! You made me cry that time you tricked me into eating that energon you 'distilled' yourself and I got fuel poisoning! I was sick for six days straight! And what about that time you stole those extra rations and lied to me saying it was a reward and we both got tossed in containment! You made me cry after you took me up to that spot to watch the race and tricked me, and you made me cry when that monster carved me up like a bulb-lantern and you told me I WAS LIKE HIM!" Megatron shoves him back, and hiccups sharply. "You make me cry a lot, Pax, you just never NOTICE! And I'm tired of it!"

Silence rings defeaning around them, and Optimus is speechless. The whole world is watching.

"...Dee," he whispers, servos coming up to reach out to him. "I- I'm sorry."

Megatron half-heartedly smacks his hand away, but the strength behind it is draining. He's said his piece, and now with it off his chassis, the animosity and the resentment is already starting to bleed away. "No you're not."

"No," Optimus catches his servo. Turns it over to clasp between both of his palms, lifting his helm to peer directly into tear-soaked red optics. "I am. I... never wanted to hurt you, Dee. Never. I- I never wanna hurt you."

The silver mech sobs. He looks downtrodden, and miserable, and afraid. When he finally speaks, he sounds small and fragile, and almost like himself again. "...I don't wanna hurt you, either."

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What would happen in Optimus noticed Megatron's tears in the last scene? Something like this, I hope

look down

Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

Megatron’s fantastic revised plan.

This was originally my contribution to the second MegOP zine, but since the project sadly won’t be finished, I get to share it with you all here instead! I made this almost exactly one year ago, I hope you like it!

Bayverse Grimlock could hold Optimus in his hand while he's using that same hand to rub his own spike.. smearing fluids all over Optimus..

You have a good point

Oh crap…guys…I think…I have a new hyperfixation..

Having visions about Optimus’s post-war soft body weight gain… Nothing too obvious when he’s standing up but he got soft folds when he sits. Squishy waist, wider hip and softer thighs… He’s well fed and has carried a bunch of sparkling without having to fight a war so of course his frame changes as well